+STONERS PRAYER+
+Now I pass out into sleep
+I pray the Lord my soul to keep
+Grant no other stoner take
+My weed and bong before I wake
+Keep me safely in thy sight
+And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight
+And in the morning let me awake
+Breathing scents of wake 'n bake
+God protect me in my dreams
+and make this better than it seems
+Grant the time may siwftly fly
+When myself shall be so high
+In a green grass weed bed
+Where I long to rest my head
+Far away from all these scenes
+And the smell of bammer smoked by beans
+Take me back into the land
+Where the cops never take you out
+Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand;
+Where the scent of chronic blows
+Where the good Mary Jane grows;
+Take me back and I'll promise then
+Never to leave BC again